Guess What?

If you spend days on mother fucking DAYS on end writing grants you don't have time to, or even feel like, writing posts.

AND if the internets at you HOME decide to never fucking work, well then you can’t post pictures of the white trash 4th of July.

Then your blog produces some near approximation of a death rattle.

And dies. The end.

Job Security, Part One

This past fall I wrote three grant proposals. Two of them weren't huge requests, but I asked more dollars from the funding organizations than we'd requested in the past. I also submitted a proposal for, by far, the largest grant request we've made.

This is the first year that the grant writing has been left entirely to me. I do ask for input and for another pair of eyes to proof read, but these are MY projects.

Last week I was notified that all three grants were approved. All three grants were approved for the full amount requested. The really big grant? Came from an organization that received $21 million dollars in requests the cycle, of which they funded $7 million.

So yeah, I'm a rock star. At least for a few more days.

Quick and Dirty

We had a thoroughly enjoyable holiday weekend. We went to the lake, spent time with the Precious Daughters, went to friends for dinner, and went to The Elders concert Sunday night complete with back stage passes. We LOVE The Elders, but the best part? Hee, Paul Rudd was there with his dad! I got my picture taken with him! And I have to say he just as darling in person!

I'm having a dinner party on Wednesday and a pre-game party Friday night for our HS football team's home opener. And the grants? Yeah, still not written. I may be out of pocket for the next few days. I'm hoping the Saint is in this mode:



But I'm not holding my breath!